A Villanelle Poem by Chloe-Rose Ramsey Necromancer Ariana, at entertainment’s heart in green forests Here are her children (Apprentices) of youthful rolling centuries. “In Ariana Isle we tend to stray, are swept a a wy Come! Come, Small Children! Join the whispering chorus! Fuel her power with your rollercoaster thrills, stories, memories Necromancer Ariana, at entertainment’s heart in green forests A pale still body drowned in sunlit greenAriana awoke. Hidden the girl’s face is never seen. And “In Ariana Isle we still tend to stray, are swept a a wy Necromancer Ariana rescued from anger wanderers in red. A creature of magic she created from the end. And the beginning. Necromancer Ariana, at entertainment’s heart in green forests Necromancer Ariana, at entertainment’s heart in green forests It echoes, vibrates beneath cobblestone, reflects in blue pools “In Ariana Isle we tend to stray, are swept a a wy It’s spoken beneath the reckless throng’s joyous mutterings It’s written in every strand of her daughter’s hair Necromancer Ariana, at entertainment’s heart in green forests In Ariana Isle we tend to stray, are swept a a wy
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